Dance & Talk That (feat. Toyko Vanity)
(Zaytoven), yeah
Talk a lot of shit
Real boss, nigga, I'll fuck a nigga bitch
Talk that shit, but I roll wit' it (I roll wit' it)
Talk, talk that shit, but I roll wit' ii (talk, talk, talk)
Talk, talk that shit, but I roll wit' it (I roll wit' it)
Talk, talk that shit, but I roll wit' it
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up (now back it up)
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up (girl, I back it up)
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up (bitch, I back it up)
Talk, talk that shit and I back it up (and I back it up)
Do the Boosie Boo (Boosie Boo), do the Boosie Boo (do the Boosie Boo)
Put your hands in the air like you 'bout to shoot (oh)
Do the Boosie Boo (baow), do the Boosie Boo (baow)
Put your hands in the air like you 'bout to shoot (baow, baow, baow)
Do the Tallahatchie (oh), do the Talli Talli (whoa)
Pull your money out your pocket like you're ready-ready (where your money?)
Do the Talli Talli (Talli), do the Talli Talli (oh)
Uptown, where you at? Do the Talli Talli
Do the BG (whine), the BG (whine)
Do your dance, hit the whine like BG (whine)
Do the BG (whine), the BG (whine)
Get that pussy hollerin' like BG (whine)
Now twerk like you from New Orleans
Twerk like you from New Orleans (hey)
Twerk like you from New Orleans (oh, oh)
Work like you from New Orleans (oh)
She ain't got no filter, she ain't got no filter-filt (oh)
She ain't got no filter, she be twerkin' in the mirror (oh)
Big boss shit, everybody drinkin' liquor (oh)
When I'm on the liquor, I'm a whole different nigga (oh)
When I get fucked up, you might get fucked up (yeah)
If I swing, bitch, duck, somebody done fucked up
Look at her twerkin' bad like she got a good fuck
If you plan on tryin' Boosie, good luck, bitch, you know what's up
Talk that shit, but I roll wit' it (I roll wit' it)
Talk, talk that shit, but I roll wit' it (I roll wit' it)
Talk, talk that shit, but I roll wit' it (talk, talk, talk)
Talk, talk that shit, but I roll wit' it
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up (bitch, I back it up)
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up (girl, I back it up)
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up (bitch, I back it up)
Talk, talk that shit and I back it up (bitch, I back it up) (Zaytoven)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Can you back it up? I can back it
Can you back it up? I can back it
Can you back it up? Yeah, I can back it up
Can you back it up? I can back it
Can you back it up? I can back it
Nigga, can you back it up? I can back it up
Can you back it up? Yeah, I can back it up
Can you back it up? I can back it up
Bitch, I can back it up, I'm mackin' up, all y'all bitches trash as fuck
Bucket to the ceiling, trippin' bitch, that's what the mask is for
All my partnas bangin', slangin', I tell 'em, "What's brackin', brah?"
If he ain't got no goals, then throwin' fours, that shit ain't fake stuff
I hang with pretty bitches, who buy riches
Prolly catch them in your kitchen, lock that shit up, moving stickin'
By my money need my chicken, get your nigga out his pension
Shit is wicked, bitch, I need it, I can't fuck with bottom feeders, bitch
If you got a big ass in them jeans (back, back it up) (bitch, I back it up)
He a thirsty nigga, go and fill that ho a drink (back, back it up) (girl, I back it up)
If you got a lil' ass in them pants (back, back it up) (bitch, I back it up)
Go and run it up, make that nigga spend them bands, bitch (back, back it up) (bitch, I back it up)
(Zaytoven)
Talk a lot of shit
Real boss, nigga, I'll fuck a nigga bitch
Talk that shit, but I roll wit' it (I roll wit' it)
Talk, talk that shit, but I roll wit' ii (talk, talk, talk)
Talk, talk that shit, but I roll wit' it (I roll wit' it)
Talk, talk that shit, but I roll wit' it
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up (now back it up)
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up (girl, I back it up)
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up (bitch, I back it up)
Talk, talk that shit and I back it up (and I back it up)
Do the Boosie Boo (Boosie Boo), do the Boosie Boo (do the Boosie Boo)
Put your hands in the air like you 'bout to shoot (oh)
Do the Boosie Boo (baow), do the Boosie Boo (baow)
Put your hands in the air like you 'bout to shoot (baow, baow, baow)
Do the Tallahatchie (oh), do the Talli Talli (whoa)
Pull your money out your pocket like you're ready-ready (where your money?)
Do the Talli Talli (Talli), do the Talli Talli (oh)
Uptown, where you at? Do the Talli Talli
Do the BG (whine), the BG (whine)
Do your dance, hit the whine like BG (whine)
Do the BG (whine), the BG (whine)
Get that pussy hollerin' like BG (whine)
Now twerk like you from New Orleans
Twerk like you from New Orleans (hey)
Twerk like you from New Orleans (oh, oh)
Work like you from New Orleans (oh)
She ain't got no filter, she ain't got no filter-filt (oh)
She ain't got no filter, she be twerkin' in the mirror (oh)
Big boss shit, everybody drinkin' liquor (oh)
When I'm on the liquor, I'm a whole different nigga (oh)
When I get fucked up, you might get fucked up (yeah)
If I swing, bitch, duck, somebody done fucked up
Look at her twerkin' bad like she got a good fuck
If you plan on tryin' Boosie, good luck, bitch, you know what's up
Talk that shit, but I roll wit' it (I roll wit' it)
Talk, talk that shit, but I roll wit' it (I roll wit' it)
Talk, talk that shit, but I roll wit' it (talk, talk, talk)
Talk, talk that shit, but I roll wit' it
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up (bitch, I back it up)
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up (girl, I back it up)
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up (bitch, I back it up)
Talk, talk that shit and I back it up (bitch, I back it up) (Zaytoven)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Can you back it up? I can back it
Can you back it up? I can back it
Can you back it up? Yeah, I can back it up
Can you back it up? I can back it
Can you back it up? I can back it
Nigga, can you back it up? I can back it up
Can you back it up? Yeah, I can back it up
Can you back it up? I can back it up
Bitch, I can back it up, I'm mackin' up, all y'all bitches trash as fuck
Bucket to the ceiling, trippin' bitch, that's what the mask is for
All my partnas bangin', slangin', I tell 'em, "What's brackin', brah?"
If he ain't got no goals, then throwin' fours, that shit ain't fake stuff
I hang with pretty bitches, who buy riches
Prolly catch them in your kitchen, lock that shit up, moving stickin'
By my money need my chicken, get your nigga out his pension
Shit is wicked, bitch, I need it, I can't fuck with bottom feeders, bitch
If you got a big ass in them jeans (back, back it up) (bitch, I back it up)
He a thirsty nigga, go and fill that ho a drink (back, back it up) (girl, I back it up)
If you got a lil' ass in them pants (back, back it up) (bitch, I back it up)
Go and run it up, make that nigga spend them bands, bitch (back, back it up) (bitch, I back it up)
(Zaytoven)
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Writer(s): Xavier Dotson, Torrence Hatch, Tokyo Vanity
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